To Submerge Within Completed Bliss (Part VI)
To submerge Within completed bliss,
May come in parts...
If one chooses to divide,
In units of six.
But when one is determined,
To rid of something unfit...
A veil from secret darkened habits,
Has to be lifted!
To manifest one's happiness!
And undenied...
A fulfillment comes,
To reside inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Submerge Within Completed Bliss (Part II)
To submerge within completed bliss,
One must arise in the morning...
With a choice to make,
Wanting happiness to exist.
In devoted prayer,
Giving thanks to those who have passed on.
Releasing oneself from past mistakes one makes...
And in acceptance of what can not be changed,
Leaving alone what now has gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
Inside my happiness...
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
Inside my happiness, the colors are so bright and vivid and I am able to see everything clearly.
Inside my happiness, there were no dark times because in my happiness the sun always shines.
Inside my happiness, there is no pain, there is no fear and there certainly is no doubt.
Inside my happiness, we all live as one and there is peace for all beings.
Inside my happiness, there is God and he has planned all of this for me.
Inside my happiness, addiction never happend.
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows and no tears for the hurt doesnt exist.
Inside my happiness, there is you, and you are everything.
Inside my happiness, there is a woman who is ready for life.
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
poem by Amber Swiney
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Inside my happiness
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
Inside my happiness, the colours are
So bright and vivid and i am able
To see everything clearly
Inside my happiness, there was no
Dark times because in my happiness
The sun always shines
Inside my happiness, there is no
Pain, there is no fear
And there is certainly no doubt
Inside my happiness, we all live as
One and there is peace
For all beings
Inside my happiness, addiction never happened
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows
And no tears, so the hurt doesn’t exist
Inside my happiness, there is god
And he planned all this for me
Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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To Submerge Within Completed Bliss (Part I)
It is not one's birthright to accept fear
And suffer alone,
From an emotional pain told to condone.
The first step in removal,
Is to free oneself of outside approval.
Desires contained within one's skin,
Is a challenge faced,
That has to begin.
To submerge within completed bliss,
One has to feel a life deserved...
And is rewarded in an earned joyfulness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws Faced
Traumatic its revelation.
Self evaluation.
There and undenied...
Are flaws faced,
Blemishes accepted...
No longer can I hide,
With a wish to replace.
And from out of darkness,
Is my existence...
Lifted from conflict.
And instead of running away from criticisms...
There is a welcoming that assists,
To further as I correct...
A more defining happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But You
Take what it is you can do,
And succeed with it.
No one has to know but you,
How deep the interest.
No one but you has to know,
How satisfied you feel inside.
And no one but you,
Will ever know what it does...
To complete what it is you do,
With a pride undenied.
But you.
With a choice only you have proven,
To be decisive.
Inspite of critique.
And opinions of others who may speak,
Of the nothing they believe that you do.
No one but you has to know,
How satisfied you feel inside.
With a pride undenied,
And a truth that is lived...
But you!
Know this to be true,
As you continue to do...
To get what it is you wish and choose,
Done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bedazzled for Days with Love Drops
Dripping my carried full cup sipped.
I want to dance with happiness...
Instead I sit.
I wish to say I am in bliss,
When first kissed and bliss hit me!
I've been goofy with aloofness,
Since our eyes met and gazed!
Dazed as I grin soaking in
The fulfillment that I share,
With one who came and flared my sizzle.
Keeping me bedazzled for days with love drops.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Written Poems
Ah, which is not poetry
Sun and moon, day and night
Birth and death, merry and sorrow..
Happiness be if idyllic poem
Even sorrow a dolorous poetry..
Yes..lovely poems
But sorrow is not sorrow to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a dream
Rolling is sorrow on uncaged glee
A glee of unfettered wishes and desires
An aesthete of the secret soul..
Yes..a lovely poem
And gaiety too not so to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a guilt
Pricking the soul is the wakeful conscience
Awry-sorry-karma on wrong rungs
A fake upping of the secret soul
Yes..a lovely poem
Ah, just in bliss of ripened years
Connoisseur you rejoice them
Glee and guilt, aesthetes of secret soul
Written poems in every godly creature
Found and read in appreciation to acclaim
Oh..lovely poems
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Waterhaul
Press skin into skin,
just a fraction to gather the senses.
Still locking in mine, design,
just a scrape to uncover the evidence.
You won't remove me, not anymore.
So here we are, now it's obvious.
Candle lit to divide all your areas.
And inside all your barriers,
I'm defending my lines to ignite...
And I'll be this way forever.
Inside the locks hide,
so my faith can come outside and shine.
Besides it's why all these miles of road won't divide.
You won't remove me, not anymore.
And now it's where the secret's pushed behind,
with the lanterns to burn this inside.
And up there A SNOW-CAPPED ROMANCE where,
everything we build will come from our eyes...
And I'll be this way forever.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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We Leave With One Agreement
My heart does not accept tryouts.
Or auditions for its affections.
Nor will those who come for a glimpse...
To apply inspections,
Receive or gain entry.
Its sincerety will not become defected.
Or compromised.
Not by the whims of those believing,
It is not genuine!
It is.
And protected it stays.
Those days of giving in to give up to break,
Are gone.
All mending has succeeded.
And it will not again bleed,
Unnecessarily!
Or walk around blinded to become victimized.
Eyes are open now and connected to the mind.
Anytime my heart chooses to go into conference...
We meet and decide whose interests,
Will not be set aside.
Or go into a darkened corner to hide.
And we leave with one agreement...
My happiness is a treasure that will not be sampled!
No matter who wishes to trick it,
And leave it with no one to confide.
That has been done and tried...
Lifted and removed from those disguises.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worm eaten buds
A coach is who is unfit to play in the field.
A director is who is unfit to act on the stage.
An advisor is who is unfit to execute the advice.
So is a lover, who is unfit to seduce the beloved.
All sprouts of love are worm eaten buds
16.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Habits
Habits interest my cruelty,
Going like second nature
And the memory of size.
Through reason is happiness
Thrilling, winning and wonderful
To obsess.
Why do habits be so ancient?
And is there ending to few of them
That it is faced by them,
That I myself can have it anyway?
What? The habit. The habit.
Is it custom to endanger us with the wrong
Habits?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Happiness
Happiness is my high.
Happiness feels great inside.
Happiness is quite rare.
Happiness is barely there.
Happiness comes when I am around friends.
Happiness always ends.
Happiness I want more.
Happiness I adore.
Happiness is when my mom calls.
Happiness is when watching waterfalls.
Happiness is my high.
Happiness feels good inside.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Exceptional Excellence Undenied
Tease the cooker!
But not too much.
Remember the cooker decides,
Whose taste buds will be satisfied!
And why...
If the cooker so chooses to apply,
An exceptional excellence undenied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Part Lullaby
Life is one part lullaby, two parts fear c oscar wilde
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Another animal mixing with the atmosphere
It takes forever to learn to pretend
Nature is the enemy, weather is not your friend
Who can be trusted?
With perfect weather inside
Look for magic in the daily routine
Its all it takes to survive
Leaving heaven below
Go wherever the angels follow
Im watching my body and mind divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
I cant be trusted, Im dust in the wind
I let he weather decide where my day begins
Im not a rebel of the natural one
Im in love with the chemical
Following the setting sun
Lost my patience
All that it takes to survive
Watching my mind and my body divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
Leaving heaven below
Go wherever the angels follow
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Another animal, mixing with the atmosphere
One part lullaby, two parts fear
Im watching my body and mind divide
Why live for a future that never arrives on time?
song performed by by Folk Implosion
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But He Has Not Been Tested!
They say he is inexperienced.
They say he does not know how to lead.
Are these things being said out of jealousy?
Because he has clearly superceded those disgruntled...
Who lack vision with their outdated deeds.
And leaders around the world applaud.
And he has yet to take a step inside the White House!
Officially as the President, yet.
Is he too powerful to reside inside?
And over the total world population,
It is wished by the people...
That he meets to lead and preside!
'But he has not been tested! '
Say those who protest.
And yet those labelled terrorists...
Are ready to sit and end all conflicts.
With him they wish a peace to manifest!
And put to rest those with an Oedipus Rex complex!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consequence Of Laughing
Take all your pills and divide them
By color & size
Take all your problems and advise them
That everythings fine
Since you ran away youve been beating
Your habits to death
But if you were to stay would you feed them
This white happiness
Nobody wants to harm you
When youre outside
But its hard to believe
When everyones killing time
Somebody knows
That youre not laughing
Take all your pills and divide them
By number and might
Take all your problems chastise them
Because everythings fine
Since youve ran away youve been beating
Those ladders instead
But if you were to stay would you feed them
With violence
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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This Is Why!
This pain inside,
it decides to reside within
within every single millisecond
that I think of trying to stay away
away from you
This love inside,
it fights hard to break free
free from this jail of a heart
takes pretty much every breath
every breath to hold it all inside
I try, I die and I come alive
the circle continues
and then comes the pain again
again to start all over
and decide to reside within.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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